[ Being this overindulged is going to make a monster of him later. But right now, submerged in the passions of his wandering hands and conviction in seeing him come apart, Kizuna is focused only on the shuddering ache of his body, the selfless desires of the man above him. Those feelings of want — they pour out over him almost as heavily as his body does, each new thrust heightening his pulse, his temperature. Whispers of Cryo feel like covetous brands on his body. His heart pounds and the muscles of his belly pull taut; he arches slow and desperate for every bit of his cock to keep burying itself inside him. ]
You're too good... [ a gasp as his hips jolt. ] ...there, there...!
[ With a plaintive, noisy moan of his name, his rhythm collapses and his body gives, crashing through its orgasm as he comes hard between them. ]
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You're too good... [ a gasp as his hips jolt. ] ...there, there...!
[ With a plaintive, noisy moan of his name, his rhythm collapses and his body gives, crashing through its orgasm as he comes hard between them. ]